by Chase Connor
“Nothing.” He shook his head.
I sighed to myself as he finished drying my hair. Then he was pulling my face down to his, and his lips were pressing softly against mine. He kissed me gently for several moments before pulling back, his eyes staying closed as he pulled me into a hug.
“I’m not crazy,” I said though I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Lucas or reminding myself.
“I know you’re not,” Lucas replied. “I saw it, too.”
I swallowed hard, grateful that he believed me. It made me care for Lucas more than I wanted.
“What is going on?”
“I don’t know, babe.” He whispered.
That word coming out of his mouth made me pull back, though not to get away from him, but just in an effort to look him in the eyes.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He asked.
“Because it felt right.”
He didn’t respond, but his lips found mine again. I ran my fingers through his hair as my mouth responded to his.
“Okay, you love birds,” Oma announced grandly as she sauntered into the living room. “Break it up long enough for me to get them clothes.”
Lucas cleared his throat and smiled up at me, and I relented and gave him a grin back.
“Jeeeezus.” Oma whistled. “Nearly getting’ hypothermia sure can work you two up, can’t it?”
“Oma.”
“Fine.” She waggled her head as she scooped up my clothes and snatched the towel from Lucas. “You two sit down and get warmed up. I’m going to throw this shit in the washing machine. These aren’t them fancy clothes that need to go to the dry cleaner’s are they?”
I just looked at her.
Oma rolled her eyes and headed off towards the kitchen.
“Lucas, you may as well stay the night,” Oma said. “Barkley surely ain’t gonna open the store tomorrow, and I’m sure school’s gonna be called off. And there ain’t no point in you drivin’ home in this shit.”
Lucas looked over at her.
“You can take the couch if you’re too uncomfortable sleepin’ in Rob’s room with me being around.” She teased.
“Go away Oma.” I said blandly, my eyes not leaving Lucas’.
“This is my house.”
“Go to another part of it, then.”
Oma muttered something under her breath but did as I requested. Lucas’ fingers went to my hair as he stared into my eyes. He raked my hair into place as I looked down into his eyes.
“I’m not crazy.”
“Who are you trying to convince, Rob?” He asked softly.
“I’m not crazy,” I repeated.
“You’re not crazy.” He nodded.
“How is…is that even possible?” I exhaled. “What we saw?”
Lucas shook his head, but his fingers stayed in my hair as his other hand went to my chest.
“I don’t know…babe.”
“Stop it.”
My hips pushed into him of their own accord.
“Babe.” He whispered playfully.
“I’m warning you.” I moved my mouth down to his, my lips brushing against his. “You don’t want to keep doing that. Especially if you’ll be shy about sharing a bed at Oma’s house.”
“I want to go to bed now.” Lucas sighed against my mouth.
We stared into each other’s eyes as I felt something familiar poking against my hip. Lucas moved his hips slightly against me with a wicked smile. I wanted to drag Lucas to bed like a caveman and do very disrespectful things with him, but a sudden thought kept me from it.
“I feel nervous about leaving Oma alone,” I said.
“There’s no one here.”
“I believe you,” I said, shivering again at the thought of the younger me I had dragged out of the lake.
Remembering the maniacal look on the younger me’s face and the matching laughter made my blood run colder than the icy lake could have ever managed. Why had there been someone who looked like me dancing on the overlook who then decided to plunge into the icy water of Lake Erie? Most importantly, why the hell was there anybody who looked like me roaming around on the property around Oma’s house?
Something was going on at Oma’s house. Something was going on with me. Something was going on in Point Worth. There were a lot of things going on with a lot of people and places all around. Within the span of two weeks, I’d started acting like a hormonal teenager, I’d found out werewolves were a real thing, Lucas had claimed Oma was a witch, and I’d run into an early teens version of myself. To my credit, though I wasn’t feeling completely stable, I was handling everything admirably. At least, in my opinion.
As Lucas pulled me into a hug, to hold me close against his body, I turned my head to look at the fire. I wanted to know how my life had gotten from point A to point B. Sure, my life had never been normal. Being raised by Oma, running away at sixteen-years-old to be a movie and rock star, none of that was exactly normal. But, how did it all devolve into finding out that there was some world hidden just out of view for my entire life? Lucas’ mouth was on my neck, kissing and nibbling at me gently.
“Okay, you two lovebirds!” Oma announced as she stomped in from the kitchen with her mug of tea. “Either cut it the hell out or go up to bed. I ain’t lookin’ at you two actin’ like two teenagers any longer.”
I did my best to smile as Lucas pulled back with a chuckle.
“Let’s make sure everything is locked up first,” I whispered to him.
He nodded.
“Okay, Oma.” I sighed. “We’re going to lock up for you and head up to bed.”
She scoffed.
“I ain’t had to keep my doors locked until you showed up.” She waggled her head as she flopped down on the couch and kicked her feet up. “You’ve been living out in California too damn long.”
“Just humor me, then,” I said.
She waggled her head but didn’t argue as she brought her tea to her lips.
Lucas and I made sure all the doors and windows were locked, then we said “goodnight” to Oma before we headed upstairs. It was nearly midnight when the two of us actually went to sleep, naked and content in each other’s arms. As I drifted off, I felt something curl up in bed with us—but it wasn’t by my feet, it was next to my legs. Obviously, whatever it was didn’t know Lucas well enough to sleep by his feet. But it was perfectly fine sleeping in the crook behind my knees as I laid on my side and held Lucas.
Chapter 10
Green light was peeking out from under the door again when I awoke in the middle of the night. Whatever had been sleeping in the crook of my legs had jumped off of the bed and scurried away towards the bathroom as I stirred. The light under the door cast the room in a sickly green glow as I slid my arms from around Lucas. He didn’t stir as I rolled and let my legs dangle off of the bed. I stared at the light coming from under the door. Nothing happened. Suddenly, I was filled with a wave of anger fueled by curiosity and exhaustion.
I stood from the bed, still naked, and grabbed my underwear from the floor. Slipping them on, I pulled on my sweatpants and sweater next. Lucas continued to sleep as I crept from the bedside to the bedroom door. After a short moment to take a breath, I reached out and turned the knob. I pulled the door inwards, expecting to be blinded by the light. However, the hallway was just cast in the eerie glow of the light as the bedroom had been. I stepped out of the bedroom and looked down the hallway. Wherever the light was coming from was drifting down the hallway and going down the stairs.
When I glanced back into the bedroom, Lucas was still curled up in bed, sleeping peacefully, so I left the room, closing the door gently behind myself. I crept down the hallway carefully, so as to not wake Lucas or Oma, and followed the light as it traveled downstairs. Step by step, I kept just within the shadows the light cast and followed it. Then down the stairs. When I got to the base of the stairs, the light was in the kitchen, casting it in an eerie glow as well. So, I followed it there. When I got to the kitchen, m
y feet making tapping noises against the linoleum, the light was behind the cellar door, peeking out in a slant across the kitchen floor.
My hand went to the cellar door, and I turned that knob as well, deciding to follow this light wherever I had to in order to find out what the hell was going on. When I opened the cellar door, the light was moving down the rickety stairs, further into the cellar. I took a deep breath and started to descend the stairs. Step, by frightening step, I descended the old wooden steps into the cellar, not knowing what might be waiting for me. However, when I got to the base of the stairs, the room seemed to be filled with the eerie green light. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been in the cellar of Oma’s house, in fact, when I really thought about it, I wasn’t sure that I had ever actually been in the cellar.
That was weird, considering the fact that I had grown up in Oma’s house from a very young age. I held a hand to my eyes, to shield them from the bright green light. Finally, after several moments, the light seemed to dull, and I pulled my hand back so that I could see what was happening. Before me, in the center of the cellar, was what could only be described as a stone well, roughly as far across as I was tall. The green light was emanating from somewhere deep within, seemingly disappearing deeper and deeper into the well, getting duller and duller as it descended.
Cautiously, I tiptoed over to the well, knowing that this was probably the worst decision I could have made in the situation. However, I tiptoed over to the edge of the stone well and braced my hands against the side, which came up to my waist. Against my better judgment, I leaned forward to look down into the well, needing to know where the light was coming from. When I looked down into the deep recesses of the well, all I could see was the green light flooding everything below so that I could not tell how deep the well actually was. I stared down into that green light for a very long time. Then it began to move upwards again, getting closer and closer until I was being blinded once again. I stepped back from the well, bringing my hand up to shield my eyes again as the cellar filled with the bright light.
I awoke to the feeling of Lucas’ lips against mine. When I opened my eyes, Lucas’ face was next to mine, his eyes were closed as he pressed his lips against mine, and the room was warm with late morning light. The light was that type of snow-reflected white that let one know, without getting out of bed, that it had snowed the night before. Of course, it had snowed all day long, so I wasn’t sure if the light would have been enough of a clue if I hadn’t already seen the snow for myself with my own eyes.
The sudden change from being in the cellar in Oma’s house to lying in bed next to Lucas, being kissed awake gave me a mental jolt. I did my best to smile and return the kiss, but my brain was asking “what the actual fuck?” very loudly. Lucas finally opened his eyes and smiled at me as he pulled away from the kiss. He looked so content and warm in bed with me that it made my stomach flutter again. And, yet again, I was left with the nagging feeling that things felt too good—too right. That I was being too nonchalant about all of the odd happenings in my life recently.
“Good morning, babe.” He said softly.
“Good morning.”
“It snowed more last night.”
I gave an involuntary shiver with a laugh as he pulled me into his body.
“Another few inches, I think.” He spoke against my mouth. “I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and it was really coming down. But there’s nothing wrong with getting a few inches.”
“More than a few.” I winked.
He chuckled throatily.
“You were having some dreams, huh?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You were kicking a little in your sleep.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was cute.” He somehow managed a shrug as he laid there. “Made me want to wake you up and give you a real reason to thrash around.”
I chuckled.
“Does Mrs. Wagner have a pet?” He asked with a half-frown half-smile.
“What?”
“I thought there was a dog or cat in bed with us last night.” He chuckled.
I am not crazy.
Later in the day, just after lunch, Lucas bid adieu to Oma and me—after way too many kisses at the front door. I watched him drive carefully through the snow, away from the house, as I stood on the front porch. It was still below freezing outside, but the sun glinting off the snow was nearly blinding. As soon as Lucas’ truck was out of sight, I gladly went back into the warm house, rubbing my hands together to knock away the chill. Oma was in the kitchen, banging away, preparing for an elaborate, stick-to-your-ribs meal seeing as there wasn’t much else could be done, considering the weather.
Doing my best to not march, I went straight to the kitchen. Now that Oma and I were alone, we were going to have a real conversation about her and her house. When I entered the kitchen, she was pulling some potatoes, carrots, and what looked like fennel out to prep for the meal. A whole chicken was sitting in the sink. An evening roast. I wouldn’t let myself get distracted by the thought of good food.
“Okay, Oma.” I crossed my arms, standing ten feet away from her. “Tell me what the hell is in this house.”
“What are you babbling about again?”
“You have a pet or…something…in this house,” I demanded. “What is it?”
“I ain’t got no damn pets.” She placed the vegetables on the counter and turned to me with her fists on her hips.
“Something has been crawling into bed with me at night.” She started to interject, but I continued quickly in order to cut her off. “And it crawled into bed with Lucas and me last night, and he noticed it, too. So, I’m not fucking crazy. That excuse isn’t going to fly.”
“You need to take—”
“I haven’t taken my pills in days.” I actually stomped my foot. “If this were withdrawal, I’d be over it by now. And that doesn’t explain Lucas noticing it either!”
“I don’t have any pets, I tell ya’.” She snapped back.
“Then. What. Is. It?”
Oma started to say something, stopped herself, and raised her head haughtily.
“I don’t know what in the world you’re talkin’ about, Robbie.” She sniffed. “If somethin’s crawlin’ into your bed at night, it ain’t no damn pet of mine.”
I glared at her.
“Fine,” I said. “Game on, old woman.”
I turned to leave the kitchen.
“What the hell does that mean?” She grumbled.
“If you aren’t going to tell me—I’m not going to tell you,” I replied over my shoulder. “Elphaba.”
“Who?”
“Read a book.” I snapped as I walked away.
Chapter 11
That night, after a tense and relatively quiet dinner of roast chicken and vegetables and homemade rolls, I helped Oma wash up after dinner. I read a book, curled up in front of the fire, while she watched some television show about baking. When it was a reasonable time to go to bed, I announced my intentions and went upstairs. I changed into my pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for signs that Oma had done the same. What seemed to be days later, I heard her come upstairs and enter her bedroom. After several minutes, the house was quiet and as dark as a tomb. So, I crawled under the covers and laid down in bed. I closed my eyes, making sure that I didn’t drift off as I waited.
The quiet of the house was eerie as I laid there in the dark, waiting for whatever it was that crawled into bed with me to arrive. My heart was thundering within my chest as I laid there, listening to that infinite silence in the dark, wondering if I was making a bad decision. What if Oma was keeping secrets for a really good reason? What if the thing crawling into bed with me at night had nothing to do with Oma? Carrying out the plan I had in mind might have ramifications I couldn’t understand. However, just as I had worked myself into a near fit of anxiety, I felt the…thing…crawling up onto the bed. I braced myself, still pretending to be
asleep as I felt it crawl along the bed, coming to rest behind my legs again.
Almost like a dog, it seemed to turn in place a few times before settling down, curling up behind my legs. If I knew that Oma had a cat or dog, this wouldn’t be that big of a deal—it would almost be sweet. But Oma denied having any pets, I hadn’t seen any pets, and my door was closed. How the hell would a pet have gotten into the room anyway? This thing in bed with me didn’t belong there, and I had to know what was going on. I held my breath for the space of a few breaths, then I leaped into action. I tossed the covers off and over the creature by my legs.
Squirming and thrashing, the creature created a whirlwind of movement under the comforter, as I leaped on top of it, wrapping it up in the blanket like a hobo’s kerchief. Whatever was inside the blanket was strong, but it was small, and even though I wasn’t at my ideal weight, it was no match for me. I laid on top of it as it wore itself out.
“Gotcha ya’ little shit,” I whispered down at the bundle of covers.
It thrashed once more within the blanket as I twisted the covers up and pulled it off of the bed. The thing weighed no more than a medium sized dog, but as it thrashed again in my arms, I almost dropped it. Wrapping my arms tightly around the bundle, I went to the bedroom door and threw it open. I marched down the hall, thrashing bundle of blankets in my arms, to Oma’s bedroom. I didn’t even knock, I just kicked the door open and entered.
Oma sat up in bed and flipped the light on in a panic.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Oma gasped, sitting up quickly in bed.
“Don’t have any pets, do ya’?” I sneered at her and marched over to the foot of her bed.
I threw the bundle down on the bed.
“What the hell is that?” She growled.
“Oh, you know what it is, lady.” I snapped. “And we’re about to see it together.”
I grabbed an edge of the blanket bundle and whipped it open. Oma gasped as a tiny body tumbled out of the bundle and landed on top of her legs over the covers. My eyes grew wide as I looked down at the little humanoid creature. It looked almost like a House Elf out of Harry Potter, except it was wearing normal clothes. Small clothes that maybe belonged to a German peasant, but normal clothes. And its skin more of a human shade. For all intents and purposes, I was looking at a miniature human…but not.
